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Warning! Rough and unedited for your pleasure. While I certainly take commentary, creative thoughts, observations and ideas, posting grammar and spelling corrections is a waste of your time. If you really want to, ask for access to the central google doc I'm working out of. The way I see it, neither of us get paid enough to worry about it, so just sit back and enjoy ![]() Blood and Lightning Prologue/Incomplete “Airen remind Shampoo to give thick girl good kick when get home.” Ranma Saotome, sole heir to the Musabetsu Kakutō Ryū merely grunted at the lavender haired girl’s grumbled missive and for once found it hard to disagree with the self proclaimed fiancee who was seating herself at his table; unceremoniously dumping a small pouch down upon its beaten surface. The small canvas bag hit with a metallic clink while the girl herself shifted her seat closer to his. Normally he would have defended Akane in some way, even if only from the privacy of his own thoughts, but that defense had been lacking in light of recent events. Sure, the girl was a violent gorilla who was just as liable to kill him as smile at him, but recently that seemed to have a fair portion more of the later and as a result, they were here. Wherever the hell here is, The martial artist groused, looking around at the the establishment that had become their base of operations for the past month. It was a tavern like any other tavern his father had frequented back in the day when they were living hand to mouth on the road and this one wasn’t really any different from those. In fact, ‘establishment’ was probably too kind, Ranma amended mentally. It was a dive with just enough atmosphere to keep the smoke in and the rain out; where working folk got drunk and travelling merchants slept off their hangovers. If was also unfortunately their home until they could figure out just where they were located and where that was in relation to Nerima. Hell, I’d settle for Japan at this point, Ranma groused, glancing over to his partner and accomplice. Shampoo noticed his attention and paused in her progress to open the money bag to favor him with a light smile before resuming. A modest number of coins spilled from the back and she began to count the mixed assortment of coin and paper. The sound caused a few of the patrons to glance in their direction for a moment before discarding their presence as inconsequential. “Bakery slow today, only three hundred and fifty ryos.” The Amazon reported with slight dismay after the tally. She cokced her head, glancing at her partner. “How Airen do?” That was his cue and Ranma dug his own meager funds out from his pants pocket, looking upon the bills in distain. Whereas Shampoo’s funds had been born from selling pork buns on the street of the local bakery, Ranma Saotome, the martial arts, man, myth and legend had been reduced to herding sheep for his funds. “Not much better. Got four hundred and I’m startin’ to really dislike sheep.” “What poor sheep ever do you?” Shampoo giggled, pooling her money with his. “Male back in village herd sheep all time.” Ranma winced with her pidgin Japanese and the thought of being one of those dreaded village males. The pigtailed martial artist resolved the mental discomfort with the shake of his head. “I’m a martial artist, not a farmer, dammit.” “Is so,” the Amazon nodded, ultimately sympathising with the boy next to her. “Selling bread feed mouth. Art feed soul.” The martial arts heir arched an eyebrow at the surprisingly deep thought Shampoo managed to craft through her limited command of the tongue and couldn’t help but to pursue it further. “Then how’d ya stay sane workin’ at the old mummy’s place?” “Is for Airen of course!” She replied sunnily. In retrospect, Ranma realized he should have expected that particular answer, but she continued to elaborate. “Bring all sorts of martial arts adventure into restaurant. Boring sometimes but not all because.” Which actually made a whole lot of sense, Ranma concluded as too many examples to count flashed through his minds eye. He had to admit, the old ghoul kept him on his toes and even when she wasn’t being a pain in the ass and the restaurant always seemed to have something going on around it. His curiosity satisfied, Ranma turned back to the matter at hand and the funds sitting before them. “We got enough for the night again. A little food,” Ranma paused, eyeing his Amazon counterpart. “That is unless you want to save up and camp out.” “This one done with camping,” The distaste on the girl’s face was as clearly expressed as he had expected to be if only because he shared the same sentiment. Camping he could take. Been there, done that all throughout his childhood. Camping for a month straight for no better reason than because they were lost was the pits, especially when your partner had a cold water cat curse. The Saotome shivered with the rememberance of the last encounter to that effect while Shampoo ticked her finger on the beaten table for emphasis. “Shampoo want hot water, not cold curse.” And Ranma wanted it for her, if only to stave off the psychological torture her curse would inflict upon him. “A room it is, then.” The martial artist confirmed, purposely setting aside the fact that the room in question would barely be fit for one person, let alone two. It was, however still better than the great outdoors and they had both had enough of that in their respective pasts. “Found out more about place,” Shampoo interrupted his idle musings and he was more than happy to concentrate on something other than his broken childhood. Information that would get them closer to home was even better. “Bigger city fifty kilometer north but in place call Land of Earth. Shampoo think this country, but Japanese language bothersome.” She paused, her cute features scrunching with slight annoyance. “Why everybody speak Japanese? Mandarin make much easier.” “For you,” Ranma snorted, personally thankful that everybody did seem to speak japanese even though not one person seemed to know what or where Japan or Tokyo was when asked. “Close to boarder. People not seem like Earth Country,” She continued conversationally. “Give Shampoo idea not best place to go.” “So north is out, I guess.” Ranma shrugged, already knowing the rest of their local geography through word of mouth and subsequently strange looks when he had asked. They were apparently in Hi no Kuni at the moment; the village of Runi... Which didn’t help either of them a damn bit when it came to actually getting back home since there was no Fire Country on the last atlas he had seen at school. Or Earth Country for that matter, he amended silently while wondering just where in the hell the Tomboy had zapped them to. “Maybe stay another week before hitting the trail south,” He finally concluded, looking over to the girl for confirmation. “Save up some money and maybe hit one of the bigger--” The pleasant smile disappearing from Shampoo’s face caused his words to trail off and it was clear that her attention was no longer on him, but behind him. The martial artist twisted around and watched as two men ducked through the bar’s noren from the outside, shuffling the decorated curtains aside with all the arrogance in the world as they walked in. Life experience made identifying their type easy; easier than he would ever admit to the people back in Nerima. When your father cheated people out of food, money and property on the side, recognizing the difference between an angry victim and a yakuza enforcer became second nature. These two men had ‘enforcer’ written all over them. There was, of course, the air of superiority they exuded with every step. With it came the menacing glances they swept across the place and they were of course, armed. Technology seemed to be the exception and not the rule in whatever backwater they had been blasted back into and these men appeared to be no exception. Blades hung off their person, though neither wore anything longer than a ninjato while the bulk of their arsenal appeared to be counter-weighted kunai. And body armor? Ranma blinked as he continued to drink in the details while the men themselves walked lazily up to the bar. The martial artist glanced back at Shampoo and found he same cusious analysis playing out across her face. She shrugged back, prompting Ranma to return to the scene of overt intimidation playing out across the room. On one hand they looked like professional soldiers with all of the extra gray padding, harnesses and utility pouches. If it weren’t for the other discrepancies he would have likened them to some of their run-ins with the PRC folks back in China. Those guys had gun. On the other hand they all but screamed ‘ninja!’ but like no ninja he had ever seen before. Ninja he had dealt with. Been there, done that, got the martial arts challenge t-shirt, Ranma scoffed internally as he watched their arrivals. These guys, however, were nothing like the behind the scenes players he had encountered in the past. Whatever business they had with the bar’s attendant had concluded and the pair walked over to the nearest table and a threesome playing cards as Ranma and Shampoo watched. Shakedown, Ranma identified their purpose in the bar now that the card game had forcible stopped. The redheaded ninja- his hair closer to a ruddy brown -bodily lifting one of the players from his chair before pushing him roughly out of the way to collect the pot. There was, of course, no resistance and the other two rapidly backed out of their seats for his partner to scoop the winnings into a leather satchel. This particular ninja sported an eyepatch across his left eye and black hair, sneering at his victims as the paltry cash pot departed the table. A couple- some trader and his wife -were the next to be victimized as the ninja moved on to the next table. For Ranma, the writing was on the wall. There were only eight tables in the place and it was clear that these vagabonds were planning to visit all of them. He glanced discreetly at Shampoo, who in turn shared the unspoken tactical assessment with a subtle nod. The slightest edge of a smile crept onto Ranma’s lips as anticipation began to build in spite of his overtly lazy body language. So far the closest thing either of them had seen to a fight was a middle-aged drunk two weeks back and a simple pressure point courtesy of Shampoo had put an end to that aggression. These guys, on the other hand... Ranma all but wished they would skip the other tables and just walk right over to theirs. It was evidently a sentiment Shampoo shared as he watched the girl begin to subtly crack her knuckles with soft pops lost amongst the ruckus three tables away. Ranma was already running through his tactical breakdown of the two combat ninja even as they finished with thier current table just as he was sure Shampoo was running hers. Body armor; ballistic protection, Ranma’s blue gray eyes flicked over the soldier’s gear discretely. No guns, so what are ya defendin’ against? Kunai? The speculation drew the martial artist down another tactical branch as he continued to break down their appearance and movements. It wasn’t light armor either, which meant whatever threat they were protecting against was more than just an isolated stab here and there. Mass salvos, he decided as he mentally counted what was visibly hanging off their body harnesses. Probably ranged special techniques, Ranma likewise speculated. It was the only thing that made sense if they were going to trade off weight and flexibility for such a defense, and if they were defending against it, they would probably be dishing it out too. In close the blades come out, his analysis continued. Ninjato, kunai. Bankin’ on armor limiting attack area, limbs relatively open and unprotected, the marital artist nodded, envisioning the scenarios play out within his mind’s eye, then smiled slightly, wondering how the armor would perform against three hundred hits per second. With blades involved, any attempts in their use was likely to be lethal in nature, which either meant he’d disarm them or introduce them to a dirt nap depending on which opportunity arose first. And lets not forget they’re ninja, Ranma snorted mentally, thinking to the two closest ninja examples he knew of. Smoke, replacements, clones, ectetera goddamn ectetera, he groused. If they were anything like Konatsu, they would be hard as hell to pin down in hand to hand combat but that was all okay. He had tricks too. A solitaire old man nursing his sake was next in line, predictably yielding little money to the ninja before they yanked his chair away to send him sprawling to the floor. Ranma wanted take them right there and was nearly about to leave his seat when the heavens smiled upon him. “Hey, these two already got their money out!” The redhead nin called over to his partner, motioning him over. Lethargic but coordinated footsteps followed, as did the other’s own amusement. “How nice of them,” Ranma could all but hear the predatory smile in his voice. The footsepts closed until Ranma could feel both men in his immediate space, and he looked up at them lazily. “What’s up, guys?” The martial artist drawled while Shampoo blinked cluelessly at them with all the innocence in the world. “Your money, dumbass,” Red sneered, angling around the table for better access to it while his friend stayed put. He spied the meager pile and frowned. “C’mon. You can’t expect us to believ that’s all of it.” “Have no more,” Shampoo shrugged obliviously. “With the expensive threads you’re wearing? Tell me another one.” Eyepatch sniffed doubtfully, fingering her pastel silk appreciatively. With it, he leered at the purprle haired Amazon drinking in her exotic Chinese features. “All of it. Now. Or did you have some other payment in mind?” “Hell, I’m thinkin’ we take her regardless.” The redheaded ninja grinned, bearing his teeth like a dog. he glanced down at Ranma. “What’dya think of that, boyfriend?” “I think she’s gonna castrate ya for even thinkin’ it.” “Ya think so?” The condescending humor dropped off the man’s face, suddenly unamused. “How about I castrate you?” Ranma produced a lazy smile for him. “You’re welcome ta try.” Only one thing surprised Ranma about the man’s first strike and that was that it instantly went for a lethal blow. Ranma had seen the muscle tense and before that, the twitch on the nin’s cheek. His hand slashed predictably horizontally with clear intent to intersect with Ranma’s throat only to brush across his combat harnass, pulling a kunai with it. The sudden flash of silver caused Ranma’s heart to jump with slight surprise, but that surprise lasted barely a fraction of a second as years of combat discipline reasserted itself to take control of the situation. Even with a blade in hand, the outcome was horribly predictable from the moment the stranger had telegraphed his initial move. He was in close and his body armor would afford him no ranged protection whatsoever. Amateur. Silver flashed in and Ranma’s hand snapped up, bypassing the blade and stopping its momentum at the wrist. Red’s eyes widened as Ranma kicked up from the table, took solid hold of the joint and curled inward, snapping it. “You’re gonna-- AHHaaARR!” The knife skittered across the floor as the nin yelped in pain. He also tried to pull away and counter with his right hand, only to watch in horror as the black haired boy himself twisted inside with the arm, popping the elbow with his free open palm, then the shoulder all in one fluid roll across his body. Eyepatch reacted to the sudden melee in well oiled automation. The unengaged black haired ninja pulled the silver edge of his ninjato away from his calve sheath only to watch their unexpected attacker use the momentum of his body roll to twist his partner around to create a human shield while denying him of a clear cut. As it turns out, Ranma was the last place Eyepatch should have been focused. A long silk clad leg flashed across his field of vision as Shampoo kicked out from the table and flipped over him, landing lightly at his exposed back before unleasing her own barrage of lightning quick blows. She split the difference between the padding and exposed flesh to snap ribs and ensure her victim’s ability to breath effectively was greatly compromised before kicking his legs out from under him. The man fell and her right foot snapped across his face even as Ranma finished his own combination, allowing his target to tumble through an unstable spin. The martial artist stepped in once more, his open palm flashing across Red’s chin, followed by a leg to the gut. The impact carried the stricken nin through two tables, decimating their flimsy structures before carrying him back out the door and into the night from whence he came, sans consciousness. Shampoo was less discriminating as to where her opponent ended up. Eyepatch pirouetted around at high speed off of her kick, shattering the man’s jaw while sending him tumbling straight out the etsablishment’s only window, taking with him the frame and glass in a shattering mess that all but assured secondary bleeding. “Told ya so.” Ranma nodded, pocketing his hand while surveying their handiwork. “Is weaklings,” Shampoo observed with condescending amusement... At least until three more of the ninja rushed over to their fallen comrades, pulling blades upon sighting the two teens. The lavender haired Amazon, glanced to her right. “More is good, Shampoo guess?” “Better than some drunk.” The pigtailed boy shrugged, threading his way through the piecmeal destruction created only seconds prior to confront the new trio. While there were stylistic difference between these ninja and the ones they had just flattened, body armor and utility holsters dominated their appearance as before. Ranma noted them duely and decided that the only change between this battle and the last would be that these guys were actually aware of the threat posed. Still, the first pair had set a disturbing precedent, one he could only assume these would carry into this fight. The rapid movement of hand signs caught Ranma’s attention and he watched the center ninja- the one with black hair and an off-center white streak through it -begin to form shapes at seemingly random. It remained a novelty in the martial artist’s eyes until the ambient chi around them suddenly gained density. “Ryu Kasai!” The street illuminated with an angry gout of orange fire that abruptly sprang to life in his hands. Both Shampoo and Ranma were already on the move with the forewarning even as the serpentine outline of a dragon took shape, coiling at them like a lethal whip. The pigtailed teen ducked through one of the dragons thin coils as it raked the air while his Amazon counterpart sidestepped her own in a piroette, deploying two massive chui as she did. The bulbous weapons seemed to sprout from nowhere to anybody observing the feat, but while their origins remained a mystery, their target did not. The whip of fire crackled around the wayward boy and girl, but couldn’t seem to touch either and Shampoo launched the chui in her left hand at the center ninja, forcing him to disengage the technique even as Ranma continued his advancing evasion into hand to hand range. The two pronged assault might as well have been planned out well in advance as the black and white haired ninja was forced to deflect the chui by hand, vastly underestimating its mass. He rolled with the hard impact just as Ranma stepped in to decisively engage the nin. The man was still reeling when the Saotome’s opening combination hit him and this time Ranma wasn’t playing around, executing a double feint; first sliding in for a legsweep that he pulled into a tight spin at the last moment, turning into a open palmed strike for the ribs. The ninja took the bait on the first, stepping out of the sweep before hastily realizing his error. He scrambled to intercept the left hand’s open palm with his own kunai, only to feel his face abruptly explode. Ranma had only committed half of a chestnut fist strike to the man’s completely exposed face, but it was more than enough to drop the nin. He reeled back with a bloody mask, skidding backwards several meters before falling to the ground inert. In truth he had been deprived of consciousness at punch number thirty eight out of seventy five. His overly tanned nin partner had already lunged to lend his own support when the Amazon fell upon him with the remaining chui. Only his nimble footing saved him from joining the crater that suddenly exploded at his feet and he quickly found his kunai completely inadequate as a defensive measure against the huge steel mace his attacker was employing. He thrust at an opening that presented itself after another sweep of the orb, only to feel a hard impact to his wrist as the lavender haired teen pivoted the chui striking at the offensive hand with the shaft of her weapon. Shampoo took the opening it provided and attempted a forward bash, her mace spinning at high speed like a drill. Impact. The tanned nin’s eyes widened and Shampoo nearly counted the fight as finished until her opponent literally exploded in a plume of vaporous smoke. A mauled peice of timber tumbled away from the hit and the girl barely had enough time to roll out as a swarm of kunai raked the earth around her. She hadn’t dodged it all, but what remained on target was swatted aside by the chui through her tumble, which happened to coincide with the position of her first discarded chui. Shampoo tracked the ninja as he charged in again with another full salvo of blades, all of which were summarily brushed aside by the massive pair of weapons. She smirked at the nin’s sudden uncertainty and re-engaged when the street suddenly exploded to her right. The Amazon glanced right just fast enough to watch Ranma disappear in a fireball that claimed a good chunk of dirt road and several vendor carts closed up for the night. Concern for her betrothed was just starting to find its way to conscious thought when the flames parted and a blue sphere of dense chi exited ground zero, forcing the remain nin she had named ‘mohawk’ to eat dirt. The martial artist exited a fraction of a second behind the moko takabisha, his clothing singed but otherwise intact. Ranma’s forward leap ended in a handspring, propelling him into the night in order to gain not only the unusual attack vector, but height and momentum. Ranma literally held the highground and the outcome of his attack was certain... At least until the giant blue lobster roared into existance. “RWAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!” The pig tailed teeens eye buldged and tiwisted hard around his center of gravity to avoid the massive claw that reached up for him, landing only a scant few meters away and backpeddling in panic as the other claw punched into the street like a blue pile driver. “What the hell is that?!” Ranma pointed emphatically as he joined Shampoo’s back for reinforcement. The Amazon also stared with wide eyes. “Aiyah! Is big seafood!” She exclaimed and the beast bellowed in anger. The mohawk nin cackled manically and stepped forward. The giant crustiatian followed obidiently behind him. Ranma and Shampoo took a step back but that only pressed them toward the tanned ninja opposite of the lobster. “Pathetic!” The mohawk proclaimed pointing. The lobster snapped on of its claws as if to punctuate his words. “Is this the best Konoha can do? Ebi-chan will crush the life out of you!” Ranma sized up their current predicament as the initial incredulity was retired. It was huge and the shell all but assured him it could take the punishment. His eyes flicked to Mohawk and his tanned partner. ‘And while we’re busy with lobster-chan, these guys are guaranteed to try and get their shots in...’ “Say take ninja first,” Shampoo commented in a low voice, also trying to work their mutual problem. “Big lobster not so fast.” “Good as anything I got,” Ranma nodded as their new plan began to congeal. The only questioned that remained was who was first, the lobster handler or his friend. Ranma again took glances at one, then the other. He was about to return his attention to the Lobster when something drew his study back to tanned nin. Something was off about him. Something... He glanced back to Shampoo. “What’s wrong with the tanned guy?” Shampoo blinked and took a glance in his direction as well. He was still on guard ready for action. Wary of reprisal. It clicked for the girl suddenly. He wasn’t nearly as confident as his partner. ‘Why not?’ she probed deeper. Even with a giant blue crustasian as backup, he didn’t seem to be nearly as eager as mohawk. Ranma was right, there was something wrong here. But what? The Amazon reviewed the battle in her minds and she cocked her head. “How giant lobster appear?” “Out of goddamn nowhere,” Ranma grumbled as mowhawks damnable grin was getting on his nerves. The lobster clacked another claw, which echoed like a gunshot down the street. “I was about to hand the guy his ass when his... his...” Ranma’s words trailed off as he suddenly realized the thrust of the Amazon’s question. The lobster had appeared out of nowehere? It couldn’t be that simple. ‘An imaginary lobster we’re both seein’?’ Ranma’s attention snapped back to his partner. “An illusion?” Shampoo wasn’ty entirely sure herself, but she had an easy way to test the hypothisis. The lavender haired girl slapped to hands together, fingers pointing skyward. She took a deep breath and executed the technique. “Kai!” The lobster didn’t budge... For Ranma. Shampoo, however was smiling cheerfully. “Is gone. Can return to real fight now.” “It’s still there!” Ranma pointed urgently into empty space, prompting the lavender haired girl to frown. “Great Grandmother not teach Splitting Cat Hair counter?” “No!” Ranma balked grumpily, still watching the Lobster menace them as if it were real as day. “Can’t ya do both of us with that?!” “No teach yet.” Shampoo returned with her own measure of regret. While her response implied a great many things, none of them were useful in the here and now, nor was it the time to be learning a new technique from the ground up. Instead, he revised his personal tactics and stepped around the girl to face the tanned nin she had been fighting. The martial artist motioned to his former opponent controlling the lobster illusion. “Switch. Watch his kunai. If they got paper tied to ‘em they’ll explode.” “Tan man like replacements,” She nodded as they reordered their line of battle. Ranma gave another uncertain look to the giant blue lobster at his back and nodded. “I’m good with replacements. Lets do this.” It was the only confirmation needed by the pair and both charged back into battle; Shampoo against the illusion wielding mohawk ninja and Ranma against the tanned one. The battle was violent and short lived. Ranma danced through a salvo of kunai and watched his mark explode with smoke, turning into five more copies of himself. The martial artist declined to engage any directly and instead slid deep into his opponents range and rolled, touching a single point of earth as he did so. The ground outright detonated as he passed, showering everything within ten meters with stone and debries. When the clous of dust finally settled; only two combatants remained, one diving into the other. Ranma dropped, burting his leg into the other’s stomack only to watch him explode into smoke. A treelog was sent skittering away and behind Ranma, the ninja burred in from behind. The fingerpoint strike to the back of the teen’s neck was accurate and would have been outright lethal if it had actually hit the pigtailed teen in question. Ranma’s own replacement unravelled in a puff of smoke allowing him all the time in the world to execute his counterattack on his stunned opponent. The martial artist appeared directly below him, burying his leg into the man’s gut with the aid of gravity. The tanned nin rose into the air with the impact and the martial artist followed in a leaping twist; his right leg lining up for a perfect roundhouse. The nukenin had spent less than one second in the air before slamming back into the earthen street. He tumbled to a stop by the tavern door, completely deprived of consciousness. Shampoo’s target was equally unprepared for the changeup and tried to maintain the range with more kunai. The tactic worked as well for him as it did his partner and he watched in horror as they were all intercepted by the huge maces she employed with all the agility of a small blade. Mohawk laced one of the salvos with a tag and smiled with its detonation, only to watch as her weapons once more shielded her from the sloppy fireball. It had also aided her as the girl lept with the shockwave, propelling her up and into point blank range with a graceful flip. This time there was no room to pull off a genjustsu trick. He dodged the first chui strike. The second swept in horizontally, forcing him to block with his arm or take the critical hit. He might as well not even bothered. The appendage was pulverized outright by the mass, snapping his arm in three placed on impact and paving the way for two kicks to the left and right ribs and then a final pummeling with the mace he had dodged earlier. Ranma rejoined the Amazon, staring at the broken man lying in his own personal crater in the street. “And that’s the end of today’s lesson.” The martial artist brushed his hands off theatrically. Shampoo nodded happily, surveying the street they had all but tilled in battle. The ceasure of hostilities had also brought out a few of the braver villagers to look in awe. “They just beat the Blackball Gang!” “All five of them!” “She works in my bakery!” “Are they from Konoha?” “But who’s going to pay for all of this?!” ‘This’ was the half dozen demolished vendor carts parked along the side of the road and a merchant on his knees all but weeping over the loss of his particular load. He look back at the teens with an accusing look. “This will cost me more than two weeks of their extortion!” “And Shampoo not care,” The girl sniffed hautily. “Coward man should pay us for beating gang, not complain.” “But, but, but...!” “Yeah, take it out of their hide,” Ranma commented, jabbing a thumb at the unconscious bodies. He nudged the one at his feet. “They gotta have some...” His voice trailed off oddly and he coulded his head with a thoughtful look, then turned back to his Amazon partner. “...Say, how much do you suppose these guys got on ‘em, anyway?” Shampoo blinked, realizing the thrust of his question and nodded. “Must have some monies. Maybe keep weapons too?” “And sell anything we don’t need,” Ranma agreed and knelt down to pull open the nin’s ballistic vest. This particular one was Eyepatch and the martial artist set about stripping him of anything that looked even remotely valuable whether he could identify it or not. Money was of course found and liberated while Shampoo fleeced her own victim. Ranma glanced over to her with a grin. “Looks like got enough to pay for the next--” A modest crash accompanied the statement and both teens turned to watch a section of the tavern’s storefront peel away on cue. The initial hostilities had already created a sizable hole and that had been quickly followed by a whip of fire and several proximity impacts, all but assuring Ranma the establishment no longer open for business. Edited by Ozzallos, Aug 2 2012, 04:32 PM.
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Incomplete future scene(s)... Ranma looked from one man to the other, all but wanting to cry. The beansprout with the giant ass sword was bad enough, but now some ninja from naruto’s old village happened upon him. The martial artist let his study linger on their new one-eyed arrival even as he studied them in turn. Still, it didn’t take any deep study to realize the guy was a professional, which meant the situation Ranma now found himself in just got a bit more difficult. ‘Can’t have some pushover stumble across me just once now can I?’ Ranma thought sarcastically and favored both with a smirk and made introductions. “Cyclops, meet Toothy. Toothy, Cyclops.” “Saotome, Ranma,” Kakashi eyed the teen with a stony look with the only eye visible even as Zabuza sent a glare in his direction. “You will surrender and remand yourself into my custody whereupon you will return to Konoha for interrogation and reveal the location of Uzumaki, Naruto and Hyuga, Hinata. The alternative is death.” “Ah come on,” Ranma rolled his eyes. “You guys aren’t still mad about that are ya?” “Kakashi, the ninja of a thousand justus? You’ve made some interesting friends, kid,” The missing nin on his right flank chuckled with the banter. “It will make this fight all the more interesting.” “Yeah, about that,” Ranma turned back to Zazuba while motioning back in Kakashi’s direction. “Don’t suppose you two want to fight it out for the right to fight me?” The white haired nin’s response was to raise the Hitai-ate covering his left eye. The the Mist nin tightened the grip along the hilt of his enormous sword. Ranma sighed, as if disappointed. “Guess not.” “I have a better idea,” Zabuza offered, the less to Ranma and more to Kakashi twenty meters to his left. “Lets all try to murder one another and take the spoils of the fallen since we all seem to have a bounty or two on our heads.” “Works for me.” kakashi nodded and flipped a kunai in hand; taking up a stance. “That doesn’t work for me at all, dammit,” Ranma protested, but had no time to argue his point of view chakra began to gain density around him. ////// The amazon watched, mesmerized as her companion whirled from within the three on one melee, eviscerating one of his attackers with little more than the knife edge of wind while the other's kunai was deflected in the same achingly beautiful movement. The second attacker's guard was terminally compromised in that moment and each one of the Ranma's next three strikes was absolutely lethal. Shampoo’s soul thrilled with each impact that masterfully balanced economy against overkill and the man dropped; dead before he even hit the ground. The third had almost completed his seal network when the martial artist used the last of his momentum to spin up a vertical tornado fueled by hot and cold chakra. Blood exploded in the air like pollen and the the wind born razor carved the nin’s chest away. The bled out even as he tumbled through the air until hitting the ground and mercifully robbing him of what little consciousness remained. Shampoo’s licked her lips longingly at the man who emerged from the lopsided fight, covered in blood but otherwise untouched. It wasn’t blood lust that sent a thrill through her loin now. It was the fact that this man, this work of art was hers just as much as she was his. Their victims were inconsequential, save the fact that they served as a canvas to demonstrate that fact with absolute clarity. ////// Notes: Well, aside from the obvious Ranma/Shampoo ship, we'll be AUing the Naruto timeline just a tad. Why? Because I'm tired of all the fics where Ranma drops in and is friend to all of Konoha (while acknowledging that yes, i participate in that with Foxcat). So the general plot? Ranma & Shamps go to Konohaz. How could this possibly go wrong? Well, stealing two of the villages most strategic assets by accident helps that along nicely ![]() |
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| biigoh | Aug 2 2012, 06:00 PM Post #3 |
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That would be a delicious AU.... XD |
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| CatOnFire | Aug 2 2012, 11:54 PM Post #4 |
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Interesting. |
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| Happerry | Aug 3 2012, 01:20 AM Post #5 |
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Huh. My first guess was Avatar, the last Airbender, but I guess you can't win them all! |
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| Dumbledork | Aug 3 2012, 03:59 AM Post #6 |
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Looks cool so far. |
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| Himitsu the hunter | Aug 3 2012, 12:41 PM Post #7 |
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Well haven't posted here in a while, but anything that's got Shampoo as a main character has already gotten my attention. And i like where it seems to be going from there. |
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| Amaretto | Aug 3 2012, 01:23 PM Post #8 |
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It's a fun start but the clutch is the how and why Naruto and Hinata end up with the wandering duo. I've seen a couple stories around the kidnapped Naruto premise but their authors just let the fizzle. |
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| Ozzallos | Aug 3 2012, 02:43 PM Post #9 |
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33,589,041 XP to next level
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Fo shizzle? Only one I've seen via Ranma is Ranma himself inserting himself as a quasi illegitimate instructor. Never seen a kidnapping fic (with Ranma). Either way I have that angle worked out and my prereaders seem satisfied with it as well, so I'm fairly certain it'll please. I try not to do things half-assed. It happens from time to time but I usually work out major plot points well in advance. |
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| biigoh | Aug 3 2012, 04:29 PM Post #10 |
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I have seen one kidnapped Naruto and Hinata. But it was more those two got stolen when Genma and Ranma did their stealing shenanigans... |
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| CatOnFire | Aug 3 2012, 07:38 PM Post #11 |
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Seven Village Stomp |
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| Amaretto | Aug 3 2012, 07:43 PM Post #12 |
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One of them was Largo's fic's Team 7, Anything Goes Ninja! on FF.net, somebody else did a spin of of his after he canned the idea, 7 Village Stomp by Xylix. I saw another one pop up on Space Battles? maybe or it might have been another board. It was an AU, it had Genma or a really jaded Ranma napping Hinata for Lightning and realizing Naruto was the 9-tails. He was keeping Naruto as a secret apprentice ala Princess Bride, "Today I'm going to kill you / I am the Dread Ninja SoAndSo" Lightning has to wait a few years because they want her to be a brood mare. Ranma pulls a double cross before they can steal her eggs/knock her up. Then the thread fizzled and the story died. |
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| Ozzallos | Aug 3 2012, 08:49 PM Post #13 |
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33,589,041 XP to next level
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Ah, good ol Mt Rushmore.
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| violetshadows | Aug 6 2012, 05:44 AM Post #14 |
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I too am saddened this isn't Avatar; I don't think I've seen a single Ranma / ATLA crossover. Still, it's good so I suppose i can't complain. |
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| Dumbledork | Aug 7 2012, 11:01 AM Post #15 |
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Eh? There are 3-4 at ff.net. |
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